Of course that doesn’t mean that I always blindly support the villain all the time either, but sometimes I just find it unfair that some characters are slapped with the label of ‘villain’ simply for having different ways of thinking from what people know as the widely accepted societal norms? They’re viewed as ‘villains’ sometimes because they’re feared for not complying to the demands of society and having ‘deviant’ behaviours/ideologies, and not always necessarily because they’re purely out to do harm. Just my two cents.

Aspergers here. I’ve got a god, creative job, I am happily married to a fellow aspie and we have so much fun togheter, I’ve got wonderful friends, a kind and funny basically aspergers/ADHD family. I’m well respected in my field and I’ve always been open with who I am. And people are basically gambling their children’s lives on the false pretense their kids might turn out like me. OK, I know there are way more severe kinds of autism, but still. It makes me really sad sometimes.

I mean, my teenage years were shitty, and I only got I diagnosis in my late twenties, but still. It’s not that my life’s been miserable. On the contrary, actually. Just chill, parents. There are way worse things than being autistic. Like being dead from preventable childhood diseases, for example.

I work in an office, and most of the folks are/were out to lunch. I felt a little bit of a fart coming on, and with no one else around I figured I could just let er rip. Big mistake. It was watery but I managed to hold in the biggest part of it as soon as I realized what I was doing.

I thought quickly and decided to grab my plastic bag (like a grocery bag I brought my lunch in) and waddle to the toilet ASAP. It’s a larger bathroom with 6 stalls and a few urinals. Other employees come in and out ever few minutes and now that people are starting to come back from lunch I’m feeling trapped. Pls send halp

Update:

I thankfully had my pocket knife on me too. I didn’t want anyone to see my bare feet or anything weird under the stall door and be like wtf. So I cut my boxers off and put them in the plastic bag as soon as I heard another bathroomer leave. Goddamnit if it isn’t the loudest crinkly plastic bag in the whole damn world right now

Update 2:

The smell is kind of bad, even for a shart. I’m assessing the damage right now. I can’t see any moisture/darkness on the outside of my trousers where the poowater soaked through my boxers. From the inside I can see there’s about a .5” wide and 1.5” long stripe of brown wet stink. Trying to soak it up as much as possible with tp

Update 3:

I’ve been in this stall for 20+ minutes and there (as I feared) has been a steady stream of people in and out of this bathroom. The shitty boxers bag is hanging on the coat peg on the inside of the stall door, taunting me with soft crinkle sounds even though I’m not touching it. I’m bunkering down for now until I know there’s no one else in here

Update 4:

My legs are falling asleep. I just realized it’s because I’m leaning forward with my elbows on my legs and using my phone. Changing positions and putting the phone aside for a little while to save battery (currently 10%). Also it’s bad enough that I need a haircut, was noticeably almost late, and now I smell homeless. I don’t want to emerge from the bathroom with a new limp/waddle on top of all that. Miserable day so far

Update 5:

I made it to my car! Didn’t say anything to anyone and avoided coming within 10 feet of any other people. I have an unfinished lunch and an open bottle of tea at my desk though and fuck now that I think about it, I haven’t logged out of my computer for the day (a big no-no if anyone catches me). Pretty sure my screen saver is going by now and it’ll auto-lock pretty soon (I hope). Still supposed to completely log out though😟

Edit- I did as one commenter suggested and tied the shitty drawers bag shut and ditched it in the bathroom trash can. Thankfully there were a bunch of paper towels in there so I shoved it underneath them

Update 6 (final):

I texted my boss and explained that I thought I had noro (sp?) virus- and that my kid and all the kids at school had been puking their little hearts out, and now I have it. I told him I was sitting in my car and wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to walk back in and close up my desk area... he was like ‘no leave it, don’t need to get anybody else sick; he’ll clean it up and shut down the computer (he’s a germophobe and hypochondriac, so this makes me lol inside a little)’ Told me to take a couple of days and feel better :)

I’ve been busting my ass over the last 10 years, I sell cars, I’ve been fairly successful and yet I’m living in my girlfriend’s basement, don’t own my own car and am paying off just over $12,000 worth of debt.

When I encounter the older generation at work or anywhere, you get to see true entitlement. They think they are the only people who have ever walked through the doors to buy a car. They love to reiterate 100 times over that they are paying in CASH.

They start by telling you that they just got back from Mexico...or was it Cuba? Oh wait that was 3 months ago. They talk about how they’ve been retired for 10 years and used to be some fuck all job that wouldn’t get you anywhere today.

The thing I hate the most is that it’s shameless gloating. They know they are living life and are carefree and also know I’m not and won’t be for a long time.

“You know, we bought this top of the line ________ three years ago and it just clocked at 40,000kms so we think it’s time for an upgrade.” - - - immediately after they stare over and smile because it’s been 20 minutes since they decided to treat themselves in some trivial, substance less bullshit way.

They live with their heads in their asses, they are generally extremely ignorant of what’s going on in the world, they are cheap as fuck and will rip you off and complain and lie and fuss and act like they were robbed. They are ungrateful and I actually just hate old people with a passion.

I learned how to sing like a few birds that live around my granparent's home and sing them to their dog while playing and petting her so that when I'm gone she won't feel lonely everytime she hears the birds sing. I don't know if it works, but I hope it does.

Do any other women or younger ladies feel disrespected by male peers and older white men? Like for some reason it has happened to me a few times now where an older man or even a man closer to my age has treated me of lesser value than my husband. Almost comoletely not seeing me. Am I crazy? Is male priviledge more real than I thought it was?

It’s probably really weird to think this way ..
But while we lay in our comfortable beds, does anyone else think about the entire world .. so many places , so many mysteries. I probably watch too many true crime specials. But while I lay in my comfortable bed, I know some where,someplace there are people in cages.
It’s really creepy to think about, but...probably true.

This year feels like it has just taken a big dump all over me. I had to move to a new city in May. Since moving there I have had to move apartments 3 more times because of affordability. I am on my second job for the year, and things really aren’t looking up.

To try to supplement my income and help me cover my expenses (which are much higher than my income right now due to student loans, car downpayments, etc.) I started a new business with a friend. Things were starting to go better, but then I got cheated out of the business and lost everything.

I can’t get a part time job because of my work hours being irregular, and I’m now facing a court summons for debt that I’ve simply been unable to pay. I don’t have money for food and I’m seriously stressed about everything. Having to prioritize bills and and expenses has become a harsh reality.

I’ve thought about ending things, but I’ve got people that are dependent on me financially and physically. I’m not looking for pity and I know that there are people out there who have got it far worse than me, just wanted a place to vent as I don’t really have anyone to talk about this with. Hopefully 2019 will be better.

My gal and I work the same job. For the past 2 months I've been slow dripping sums of money into her tips every day. She has zero clue and she'd probably fucking kill me if she found out because she's completely help/gift allergic.

Her family can be very sticky fingered with amounts of her cheques, but they don't touch her tips. I want her to have something to get even her Lattes with, even if just that. Maybe an extra lip balm since she fucking loses them all the time.

Lately I've been doing this so I don't hear anyone talk. When I hear people talk it ticks me off and I have no idea why. I am easily angered and I always have to keep myself from not blowing up on anyone so the best way for me to do that is to blast my music in my earphones.

I’ve been fighting with my mother in law and I am grieving the loss of one of my beloved sugar gliders. Now that I type that out and read it it doesn’t seem that serious at all but it is taking a huge toll on me.

I tried to wash off my stress in the shower and my skin is rubbed raw.

My ex got serious with me very quick and he was very sweet but after four months he started getting sexual. Somethings I would be okay with and other things I wouldn’t. One time I was sucking him off and I told him I wanted to stop then he said he would get blue balled and he got pissed at me and so I kept doing it. I was scared of him. But my breaking point was whenever it was our six month anniversary. I said no I said no before we even made it to his house I specifically told him I didn’t want to do anything. Then we get to his house. He asks again I say no. Then he takes me up to his room and we kiss and hold hands and he starts touching me. I say no and he gets angry and tells me that he wanted to make today special and I gave up. I don’t know what happened I just stopped. So then he started fucking me and I was crying during it and he didn’t fucking stop. Then whenever he was over I cried and he felt really bad then broke up with me five days later. And I couldn’t function after that. But I got myself together and now he’s basically gotten everyone at school to hate me and now I’m homeschooled. He was very popular and no one even knows what he did to me. No one knows what the fuck he did. He ruined me I can’t stop having nightmares. I know I should have pushed him off I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just sex to me isn’t sex and every-time I get horny I feel sick and I want to dig my nails into my skin and fucking kill myself and just die. And the worse part is I don’t know what a good healthy relationship is like. And this new guy is like just so respectful and it baffles me and I don’t understand it. I remember whenever my current boyfriend literally asked me out and kissed my hand. And he just holds me and says he is there to protect me. Like it’s just secure and safe but I’m scared. Like I don’t want to have sex ever again I don’t want to even think about it. And I am terrified whenever the question of sex will be brought up in the relationship. Like he complemented my ass the other day and it like scared me and now I’m scared I just I don’t know I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. And like honestly I want to fucking die.

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Also my ex was doing drugs and I didn’t know it. Like not just something soft like weed but molly and lsd and all this other shit and I wish he was dead and I want him to die but I’m also scared of him. The guy also broke up with me over a text

I loved my boyfriend deeply, but I developed strong feelings for his best friend/roommate. I felt like he was into me too, as he would subtly flirt with me when we all hung out. I knew the only way I could be with him was if my boyfriend passed away, so I'd have fantasies about him dying and his best friend and I comforting each other with sex.

Not in real life, just off social media. In all honesty, I don’t think anyone will even notice if I’m gone because it’s not as if anyone talks to me first anyway.
As dramatic as it sounds, I’m always the one to initiate conversation and I’m getting over it.
I feel a little taken advantage of, and that no one but my family really gives a fuck what I do. I’m very lucky to have them, as I know not many do.

So I’m thinking of just disappearing over the holiday period. Taking some time out to spend with my family who I’m lucky enough to have. Find myself a little more, stop being so connected with everything all the time on my phone, and having other people have such a large influence on my happiness. I’ve been trying really hard, but I get not a lot in return and everything goes around in circles. I guess I shouldn’t need anything in return, but when you sort of want to die it’s hard.

I needed somewhere to put this because no one else will give a shit.

Any tips for sticking with it? Or how to react when I go back on and see nothing has changed?

I’ve struggled with erectile dysfunction my entire sexual life. When I was younger (teens and twenties) it was manageable as long as I was in a committed relationship full of trust and familiarity. One night stands with unfamiliar women, however, were problematic unless on ED medication and even then it was a dicey proposition.

As I entered my late thirties and especially my forties, the reliance on pills such as Cialis and Levitra became an absolute necessity, even within my marriage and lately even while masturbating. I’m about to turn 50 and the turning point for me was losing my erection two minutes into PIV sex with my wife even after taking Levitra. This happened regularly for two to three months. Something had to be done. My wife is younger than me and very attractive and I need to make sure she feels wanted and satisfied.

My urologist prescribed Trimix to me after hearing my complaints and growing frustration. Told me to take 0.30 CC the first time (0.50 CC being the maximum dose). It’s an injection of ED medicine into the shaft of the penis. Tiny needle and you can hardly feel it. The first night’s attempt was a fail. I didn’t inject it deeply into the penis enough (it’s a very short needle) and basically gave my penis skin a rush of blood causing noticeable swelling of the skin near the injection site the next day.

The second night I got it right. I didn’t go full 0.30 CC, however, and went with 0.25 CC instead. But holy cow. After about 5 to 10 minutes my penis got hard and kept getting harder. It ended up hard like a solid piece of wood. I’ve never been this hard except for in my teens. If even then.

I proceeded to have very satisfying sex with my wife. She loved it too. It was an amazing hour long experience with lots of position changes and I came twice. Never been able to come twice before in one session. I could have gone on for hours and didn’t have the annoying side effects my Levitra used to give me like a stuffy nose and feeling flushed and easily winded. I’m obviously overcome with joy being able to experience my wife like that. She finally had to ask me to stop as she had more than she could handle in one night. In a good way.

Then the problem arose. It wouldn’t go down. Hour one goes into hour two. I’m applying ice packs to my penis. Nothing. Still rock hard. Hour three. Still no sign of it going down. Obviously I took too much. I’m making plans to go to the ER. Hour 3.5 and I’m on my way to the ER. They observe me for an hour and it still won’t go down. Doc tells me he will start with antidote injections and if those don’t work he’ll have to drain the blood out of my penis. Eek! So out comes the first antidote injection. Into the base of my penis. This injection is with a large needle and I could definitely feel that one but I know it’s for the greater good (priapism is a bad thing) so I soldier on. Immediate relief. Penis goes 50% down. Doc injects one more dose on the other side of the shaft for 100% relief. I went home, crawled into bed.

I’ll give it a rest for a week (as directed by urologist) and will start with lowest amount 0.05 CC and slowly build my way up to see what will work best for me. Even with the embarrassing experience of having to get medical help with my boner, the ability to have a rock hard penis and being able to satisfy my wife again, is incredible.